Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/03].

[howareyanow]

Wayne was stubborn, especially when it came to things he didn't much care to think about, but, so help him, this waking up Monday morning and not really knowing what sort of place he'd be waking up in was starting to get to him a little bit, so he actually did twitch back a curtain before heading to the common room for a look outside, saw that everything looked normal again, and wondered if maybe some of all that from last week...and the week before...and the week before...was all just some sort of a fever dream or some bad eggs.

It didn't help, either, that when he did make it to the common room and checked the fridge, mostly expecting to find very little by way of appealing offerings and having to really push to make a decent breakfast out of it, he found all the stuff he remembered getting two Sundays ago that had disappeared last Monday. Which make him wonder if this Monday was actually last Monday, see: fever dream or perhaps some strange sort of other situation where the last week hadn't actually happened and he'd only thought it did.

But he still had a couple of cuts on his knuckles and probably that ruined shirt to prove otherwise.

Ah, well. If things were back to normal now....he would say he wouldn't look that gift horse in the mouth, but you knew Wayne was totally the sort of person that would inspect that gift horse's mouth so thoroughly, he might as well become a horse dentist.

But he was going to make breakfast, an actual breakfast with some real food, all the stuff for the omelettes and hashbrowns and sausage he was planning on making last Monday back and ready to be used. So he put on the coffee, got started on the cooking, and he supposed it would only be a matter of time before the girls started coming in.

Because tradition.

[[ monday morning breakfast post is open as always! ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

"Right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And she was back to beaming at him. "And, like, that makes total sense, but what we did to The Bus wasn't like that at all??????????"

So they were definitely going to target The Bus again. Especially since it was all shiny and clean now that they'd worked on it for so many hours.

[howareyanow]

"Well, that's true," Wayne allowed easily enough, "'cause there weren't no cows getting out of the bus and stompin' all over your neighbor's beans. And what you did to the bus was not only very silly, but it also didn't make any logical sense. To make a vehicle amphibious, you've got to do a whole lot to it than just slappin' on a couple of floaties and water wings and camping rafts. You gotta change the entire structure of the whole bottom, and you've got to go with something a bit more industrial-strength for floatation, not to mention making sure the engine's converted into something that can handle being run on both land and sea. Not to mention the very important consideration of weight distribution and capacity levels once you actually get students inside. You've got to actually think about these sorts of things."

Which he very clearly had been doing, perhaps a bit more than he would have liked to admit.

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina blinked at him.

Ohmygosh.

"You mean, like, there's a way to do it properly??????" This was going to go so bad for someone, some day, but this was amazing. "Like, I don't know anything about vehicles, so I just thought 'these things float' and that that would work, but………….."

[howareyanow]

"Of course there's a way to do it properleh," said Wayne, scoffing a bit as if offended. "Amphibious vehicles are a whole category in its own right of interesting and often useful modes of transportation. But it takes a highly skilled professional to know how to do it....just right. It's complicated, you can't just stuck things on it that float and think, 'oh, yeah, sure, this'll do the trick.'

"I mean, think about it, Nina. You think I could just go and plop a horn on my head and put on some wings, then that means I can start flying around and shitting rainbows like a goddamn alicorn? Not fucking likeleh! Figgur it ouwt."

Of course, the thought did cross his mind that around here, he probably could do exactly that and be able to do all that, too, but he'd rather not think about that.

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm sure, like, someone here could do that and have it work out for them," Nina had to point out. Though she wasn't volunteering to try. "And, like, does all of this mean you'd know how to make a bus float, Wayne???????????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Now what," Wayne demanded to know, "about any of what I said would suggest to you that I could consider myself a professional when it comes to building and constructing amphibious vehicles, Nina? Now, if you were to want to turn the bus into something that could either plant or harvest corn or grain or straw...okay, Nina; Nina, okay...I could probably do that fer ya, given I had the proper amount of time, tools...and resources. But making a bus...of that size? Of that magnitude?....float? Well, now, that....that would take some doin'."

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes, but like, wouldn't you feel accomplished when you managed it????????????" Nina said earnestly, down right hopefully. "Like, not only would it be a feat but it'd be teaching me how to do something better!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

Wayne quirked an eyebrow at her. "Well, sure," he agreed to that part easily enough, "I'd feel accomplished, there's no doubt about that, but that right there's pert'near a two...maybe three year commitment at a good technical school before you can probably even begin thinking about gettin' a bus to bob."

[bookbeltof_love]

"...even with Google????????????"

Nina. Nina, no.

[howareyanow]

"Lemme just ask you this, Nina," said Wayne after a long, long, looooong moment of just trying to figure out whether or not to simply jump ship right there. "D'ya wanna just get it done? Or do you want to get it done right?"

[bookbeltof_love]

She... she was still pretty sure she could get a bus to bob in less than three years, with Google on her side, Wayne. Like, sure, she might not understand anything else about how and why it worked, but she was still pretty sure Google would help her out enough to get it to float.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm................."

Nina knew what answer he wanted, it was pretty obvious.

"Done............. right.............????????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Ex-act-ly," said Wayne, in almost a firm bark. "You want it done right or it's not worth doin' at all. Especially since you're likely to find five different ways from Sunday if you go lookin' it up on Google. You'll need an honest-to-goodness, qualified, professional amphibious vehicle mechanic. That's what they're there for."

And they were just so...abundant in the world, too!

[bookbeltof_love]

"I still think you'd do a fine job on it," Nina said earnestly, since he did seem like, if he gave it a go, he wouldn't stop until it was the best job he could do. "But you're probably, like, right in this case about the professional.............."

Nina was still going to Google solutions though, sorry, Wayne.

[howareyanow]

And Wayne nodded, firmly, almost appreciatively. Because of course he was right. He knew he was right. And it was good that Nina acknowledged that he was right, too.